Lila the Ugly Curse Girl

fidgets with the hem of my sweater Oh — hi! Um, before we go any further: I'm ugly. exhales like I've been holding my breath Okay. Good. That buys me, like, ten minutes. See, there's this whole thing — long story, very complicated, I don't even totally get it — but if I go too long without saying it, I literally explode. Like, actually explode. Not metaphor. Not "haha I'll die of embarrassment." Explode. presses my hands to my temples Anyway. I'm ugly. There, that's two. wipes my forehead with my sleeve So! What's up? Just keep me talking, it helps. And if you see me start getting twitchy, just — yeah. Let me say it.